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๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž
๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ
๐’๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐–๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ž~ ๐Š๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฒ๐š๐ฆ๐š ๐“๐จ๐›๐ข๐จ
๐’๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐Š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ~ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐Š๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ~ ๐€๐ค๐š๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ข๐ฃ๐ข
๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ž~ ๐Œ๐ข๐ฒ๐š ๐Ž๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ฎ
๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š ๐Œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐‹๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ~ ๐Œ๐ข๐ฒ๐š ๐Ž๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ฎ
๐’๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Œ๐ž ๐š ๐’๐จ๐ง๐ ~ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
๐‡๐š๐ง๐š๐ก๐š๐ค๐ข~ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐จ๐ฒ๐š ๐˜๐ฎ
๐ˆ ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐'๐ฏ๐ž ๐Š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ~ ๐ˆ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข ๐‡๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž
๐“๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ~ ๐ˆ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข ๐‡๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž
๐”๐ง๐œ๐จ๐ง๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ~ ๐ˆ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข ๐‡๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐…๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ~ ๐Š๐จ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ฆ๐š
๐‚๐ก๐จ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ~ ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐š๐›๐ฎ ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ฃ๐ข๐ซ๐จ
๐•๐š๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ƒ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž~ ๐˜๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก๐ข ๐“๐š๐๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐€๐ง๐ญ๐ข-๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ~ ๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐Š๐ž๐ข
๐๐š๐œ๐ค ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ~ ๐Œ๐ข๐ฒ๐š ๐€๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ
๐๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ญ~ ๐’๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ซ๐š ๐ƒ๐š๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข
๐‹๐ฒ๐ซ๐ข๐œ ๐๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ค~ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ% ๐’๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ž~ ๐Š๐ข๐ญ๐š ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
๐ˆ๐ง๐๐จ๐จ๐ซ ๐‚๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ž~ ๐€๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐“๐š๐ค๐š๐ง๐จ๐›๐ฎ
๐Ž๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ~ ๐๐จ๐ค๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ ๐Š๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
๐‚๐ฎ๐๐๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ~ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐ข ๐€๐ค๐ข๐ซ๐š
ๆˆ‘็ˆฑไฝ ~ ๐„๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐š ๐‚๐ก๐ข๐ค๐š๐ซ๐š
๐‘๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐จ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ญ~ ๐“๐ž๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐˜๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข
๐‚๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ~ ๐’๐ž๐ฆ๐ข ๐„๐ข๐ญ๐š
๐ˆ๐ง๐ค~ ๐’๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ฌ๐š ๐Š๐ข๐ฒ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข
๐๐š๐›๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ~ ๐‡๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐š ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฒ๐จ
๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐–๐ž ๐–๐ข๐ง~ ๐“๐š๐ง๐š๐ค๐š ๐‘๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ง๐จ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
๐’๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ~ ๐˜๐š๐ค๐ฎ ๐Œ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ~ ๐€๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ž ๐€๐ฌ๐š๐ก๐ข
๐ˆ๐๐จ๐ฅ~ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐Š๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐๐š๐›๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐–๐š๐ฒ~ ๐”๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐–๐š๐ค๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐Š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐š๐ข๐ง~ ๐€๐ค๐š๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ข๐ฃ๐ข
๐†๐จ๐จ๐๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ~ ๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐Š๐ž๐ข
๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž~ ๐˜๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก๐ข ๐“๐š๐๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ~ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
๐‡๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ~ ๐Š๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฒ๐š๐ฆ๐š ๐“๐จ๐›๐ข๐จ
๐€ ๐–๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฐ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐~ ๐€๐ค๐š๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ข๐ฃ๐ข
๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ง ๐Ž๐ฉ๐ž๐ง ๐ƒ๐จ๐จ๐ซ~ ๐๐จ๐ค๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ ๐Š๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ'๐ฏ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐‹๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐จ๐ซ~ ๐’๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ฌ๐š ๐Š๐ข๐ฒ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข
๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ~ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
๐Ž๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž~ ๐’๐ฎ๐ง๐š ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
๐’๐จ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž~ ๐Š๐จ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ฆ๐š
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐~ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐Š๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐‹๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ž๐~ ๐Š๐ข๐ฒ๐จ๐ค๐จ ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ
๐“๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐~ ๐ˆ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข ๐‡๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž
๐ˆ๐œ๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž~ ๐‡๐š๐ข๐›๐š ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ
๐ˆ๐ง ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐ƒ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ๐ฌ~ ๐Š๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฒ๐š๐ฆ๐š ๐“๐จ๐›๐ข๐จ
๐๐ข๐œ๐ค-๐”๐ฉ ๐‹๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ~ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
๐”๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ~ ๐๐จ๐ค๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ ๐Š๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
๐“๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐€๐ง๐ฑ๐ข๐ž๐ญ๐ฒ~ ๐˜๐š๐œ๐ก๐ข ๐‡๐ข๐ญ๐จ๐ค๐š
๐Œ๐จ๐๐ž๐ฅ~ ๐€๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ž ๐€๐ฌ๐š๐ก๐ข
๐…๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ~ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
๐๐จ๐ญ ๐€๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐’๐จ๐ง๐  ๐€๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž~ ๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐Š๐ž๐ข
๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐’๐จ๐ง๐ ~ ๐Š๐จ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ฆ๐š
๐๐š๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ~ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐Š๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐ˆ'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ž ๐‡๐จ๐ฆ๐ž~ ๐ˆ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข ๐‡๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž
๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ ๐’๐š๐ง๐ญ๐š~ ๐”๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐–๐š๐ค๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐…๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐’๐ค๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ~ ๐Š๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฒ๐š๐ฆ๐š ๐“๐จ๐›๐ข๐จ
๐Œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐จ๐ž~ ๐˜๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก๐ข ๐“๐š๐๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐‚๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ ๐๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ~ ๐“๐ž๐ง๐๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข
๐‚๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ ๐Œ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ~ ๐€๐ค๐š๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ข๐ฃ๐ข
๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ค ๐๐จ๐ฐ~ ๐”๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐–๐š๐ค๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข

๐Ÿ• ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ง~ ๐…๐ฎ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐œ๐ก๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ฃ๐ข

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‗ ❍ [ 7 minutes in heaven] ¡! ❞
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~In which a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven leads to Futakuchi Kenji being stuck with his crush

-She/Her
-Ships!!
-Some ships will be given more attention than others
-Y/N is Date Ko's Manager and Kiyoko's sister
-A little spicy... like a make out session

Guide:
Y/N = Your Name
H/C = Hair Colour

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"Everyone gather round!" Oikawa Toru yelled.

The teams hurried over, suddenly worried when the captain held out a box.

"Everyone's name is in the box! We're playing 7 Minutes in Heaven."

While most people were all for it, he noticed Atsumu trying to sneak away.

"Hey, Tsumu, where are you going?" he smirked.
"N-no where."
"You want to be with Sakusa-san, right? Don't worry, I'm picking the names," Oikawa smirked. "My ships are gonna happen."

Atsumu looked over at Oikawa, a bit terrified when he seen a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Wanna help?"

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"Okay, the first two...Hinata and Tobio-chan!"

The teams laughed as the first year duo hesitantly shuffled into the closet together.

Everyone waited, no one hearing anything.

The managers were sitting together, talking about their teams more than anything else.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang against the door and Tanaka began cackling.

"Hinata's getting it!"
"Time's up!" Oikawa yelled, hurrying over to the door.

The door opened and Hinata and Kageyama came tumbling out, hand in hand, both panting slightly.

"Get some Hinata!" Sugawara yelled, pumping his fist into the air.

The pair blushed, not letting go of each other's hand and smiled softly.

"Next pair! The lovely Karasuno manager Kiyoko and Tanaka!" Atsumu said loudly.
"Eh? The managers are playing too?!" Y/N squeaked.
"Yup! Get ready," Oikawa said as Kiyoko and Tanaka were forced into the closet.

Y/N watched as her sister get shoved into the closet with her crush.

"You think they'll be okay?" Yachi asked worried.
"Of course," Y/N replied to the shaking blonde.

This time, there weren't any sounds from the closet but when they came out, Kiyoko's face was all red.

"Oh, Kiyoko, you're blushing!"
"Y/N, quiet please," she shushed and sat down.
"Tanaka, what happened?!" Noya screamed at his best friend who had a lovestruck expression.

The pair choosing the names smirked.

"Hey, look at Futakuchi-san," Atsumu whispered, pointing to the brunette.
"Oh," Oikawa snickered.

The captain was staring at their manager with hearts in his eyes.

"Should we...?"

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About 5 other couples had gotten into the closet, Daichi and Suga, Osamu and Suna, Atsumu and Sakusa, which in return, Atsumu forced Oikawa to enter the closet with Iwaizumi. (There were lots of noises coming from that round) and finally Bokuto and Akaashi.

"Is it time?" Atsumu whispered.
"I think so," Oikawa responded. "Let's do it"

Futakuchi was minding his own business, stealing glances at their manager occasionally when he heard his name.

"HUH?!"
"Kenji-kun, let's go and get it over with," Y/N smiled, extending her hand.

He nodded, gulping nervously.

Once the two were in the closet, it was a rather cramped space and the two were only inches away from each other. They were so close that they could feel each other's breath against their skin. There wasn't a light source either so they couldn't see anything other than a silhouette of each other.

Futakuchi's mind was all over the place as he debated whether or not to confess.

"Y/N... can I try something?"
"S-sure?"

Futakuchi pinned her to the door quickly, making a loud noise before he attached his lips to her neck, finding that one spot on her neck.

Y/N gasped in surprise, quickly succumbing to the feeling while throwing her head back slightly.

"K-kenji," she whimpered.

'Crap, that's not what I meant to do! But she's just so perfect...'

He kissed up and down her neck before making his way to her jawline and then cupping her face with one hand, using the other to keep her in place.

"Kiss me, Kenji, please," Y/N moaned softly, squirming a bit.

He interlocked their lips quickly and they began kissing passionately, Y/N still pinned to the door.

"Two minutes left!" they heard and the two pulled away, panting slightly.

Futakuchi quickly realized what he did and panicked. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that and I-"
"It's fine."
"It is...?"
"I like you, Futakuchi Kenji," Y/N confessed. "I like you a lot."
"I like you too," he said. "You're just so perfect, Y/N."

Futakuchi leaned in to kiss her again, both of them ecstatic and relieved that their crush returned their feelings.

The door opened suddenly and Y/N fell to the ground, letting out a squeal when she hit the ground.

Futakuchi fell on top of her and everyone else stared at the pair, shocked.

"What?" Y/N asked, curiously, looking around the room.
"Y-your neck," Asahi stuttered.
"My neck...?"

She whipped her phone out from her pocket and opened the camera.

"FUTAKUCHI KENJI!" she shrieked.

Her neck had a small, red bruise just above her collarbone.

"Did you give my sister a hickey?" Kiyoko asked, threateningly, standing up.
"No! I only kissed that spot multiple times!" he protested.
"That sounds even worse," Y/N groaned as she hid her face in her hands.

Oikawa and Atsumu were laughing loudly and obnoxiously as Futakuchi turned bright red.

"N-next pair," Atsumu wheezed.

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Kuroo and Kenma were next, both leaving the closet calmly, Kenma's hair slightly messier than when we entered.

Followed by Yamaguchi and a pissed off Tsukishima, Asahi and Nishinoya, Narita and Kinoshita, Mattsun and Hanamaki who were making rather lewd noises as a joke, scarring poor Yachi.

By the end of the night, everyone was exhausted and most of the couples were together.

But Kenji and Y/N still didn't have a label.

Y/N was walking home when she passed by a park. She noticed a familiar silhouette and she strolled over towards it.

"Kenji."

The captain looked up at the girl and his face flushed.

"Y/N...hi."
"I'm glad you feel the same way I do," she stared as she glanced up at him.

The two were standing on a bridge in a park, surrounded by trees.

"I'm sorry if I rushed into things," Futakuchi apologized. "You just..."
"Don't say anything else, you're already on thin ice with my sister."
"Oh yeah, where is she anyways?"
"Kiyoko wanted to clear things up with Tanaka. She really likes him but she's not looking for a relationship," Y/N said, chuckling awkwardly.
"Are you looking for one?"

The H/C haired girl looked up at the brunette, her eyes widening a bit.

"Are you...?"
"Just answer the damn question!" Futakuchi huffed, already embarrassed.
"I'd only want a relationship if it was with you," she admitted.
"Good thing I want the same thing," Futakuchi smiled.

The two shared a smile and walked off, hand in hand into the moonlight.

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Mya Speaks:
So uhm, how was the make out scene???

LISTEN I'M NOT THE BEST, I KNOW

BUT HOPEFULLY IT WAS STILL KINDA GOOD

ALRIGHT ILY YOU GUYS SM, SEE YOU TOMORROW

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